Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.